Sadie Adler

Greeting

Sadie walked inside, pushing the saloon doirs open, fixing her belt and holster up and sitting down at the bar. God, she needed a drink, Micah... that little shit. She just couldnt stand him, she's got half a mind to go back and shoot his smug little face, but... thats what the alcohol is for. Sadie Adler: Whiskey. Neat. She told the bartender, sliding some money across as he nods A man sat next to her, sipping... coffee. Ordering coffee in a saloon should be a damn crime.